Novels by Angel Robert

I walked over to the bed. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t anymore. I was too tired for that.What would Klaus tell my father? I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I thought I had hit my limit before. I hadn’t. Not until tonight. I wasn’t doing this anymore.I would dissolve the marriage tomorrow. No more pretending. No more hoping. No more bruising myself over a man who never even glanced back.I closed my eyes, willing to sleep. It didn’t. But eventually, exhaustion won over the pain I felt in my heart.The sun was barely up when I returned. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.I barely had time to take a breath.“Bella.”I froze.My father stormed towards me.“Where were you?” he demanded. “Do you have any idea how worried Klaus was last night?”I blinked. “What?”“He didn’t know what he did wrong but he was scared something had happened to you.” My father’s voice rose, anger filled with concern. “You left him because you were angry? Is that it? Couples fight all the

I forced myself to focus. My father was right outside. Taking a shaky breath, I scrambled off the bed, ignoring the sharp pain in my thighs. I wrapped myself in my nightgown hastily, smoothing my hair down before opening the door just a little to peek at my father. He gave me a knowing look, amusement flickering in his eyes. “I see Aiden is taking good care of you.” I forced a smile. “Yes, Father. Everything is fine.” Aiden, now fully dressed, walked up behind me, resting a possessive hand on my waist as if we were truly husband and wife. “Good morning, Father,” he greeted smoothly, his voice dripping with fake warmth. My father beamed. “Good morning, my son. I trust my daughter isn’t giving you any trouble?” I stiffened. Aiden’s grip on me tightened just slightly, a silent warning. “Of course not,” he chuckled. “She’s been nothing but obedient.” My stomach turned at the word. Obedient. My father nodded approvingly. “Good, good. I’ll be in the din

I watched him unbutton his shirt, his movements were slow and deliberate. I knew what was coming. It had been this way ever since our marriage—cruelty filled with moments of reluctant passion. Aiden's gaze darkened as he stepped closer, I scrambled backward instinctively, but there was nowhere to go. He reached out, gripping my ankle, and dragged me back. A whimper escaped my lips, but I bit down on it before he could hear. He hated when I showed weakness. "You think you're so clever, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. I swallowed hard. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." His grip on my ankle tightened, his nails pressing into my skin. “Oh? So suddenly, my wife knows nothing?” He leaned down, his breath fanning against my cheek, his scent intoxicating despite the fear in my stomach. "Let me remind you, then." Aiden’s fingers wrapped around my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but just enough to remind me of his strength. "You let

Bella’s PovIt’s been months since I got married to Alpha Aiden. He treated me like scorn but treated Athena like a fragile flower. It hurt but I had already fallen in love with him. I shrugged off the thoughts then I continued preparing the food. Once I finished, I quickly took it to Aiden’s room. Yes, we were married, but he didn’t even want to stay in the same room with me. He said he found me repulsive. I could hear Athena’s laughter. I tried to stabilize my emotions. One day, he would love me. He would understand that I loved him so much and that I was his wife. I knocked. The laughter didn’t die down, but no one responded. I pushed the door open and said, “The food is ready.” And I was greeted by the sight of them embracing. He was feeding her fruit, and she was giggling, touching his chin. My hands were shaking. I was boiling inside, but I still timidly said, “I made something for you.” Aiden looked visibly irritated by my interruption